Sorceress to Demon

Three days, that’s how long Ludmara had been enduring these intense storms that had been flashing on and off at irregularly houred intervals. And she had that same kinky dream every time it happened, with each new version of the dream getting increasingly erotic. Ludmara was surprised at her ability to hold out as long as she did; she guessed her willpower was enough to hold out against it all. But her resolve was finally crumbling; she had caught herself just shy of pleasuring herself several times already.

Ludmara couldn’t stand it anymore; the storm raging inside of her was driving her in one direction. Even if she knew it was likely some sort of manipulation ability, she was well past the point of caring about such things; she just wanted to feel the relief and satisfaction of getting off whatever this ride she had been thrown on was. Ludmara completely disregarded her clothing, even her lingerie; it all distracted her in a way she didn’t enjoy now.

Ludmara threw open the door, quietly thankful there was no one in view. Almost as soon as she reached the commons area proper, Delvin seemed to materialize in the room; she hadn’t sensed the presence of magic being used, and she definitely hadn’t heard him enter by foot, but it was hard to notice a lot of things when it felt like your body was getting eaten by the kinkiest lightning storm that ever existed. The only sensation she got from the storm raging inside of her was immense pleasure, a pleasure so intense what part of Ludmara was still able to actually think was impressed by her ability to actually make it passed the door without keeling over from potential sensory overload.

Delvin didn’t seem to notice Ludmara’s issues as he asked her, “Is there any I can assist you with? I do hope the accommodations haven’t become problematic.”

“No,” said Ludmara through heavy erotic panting, “everything is fine, but I think I might have some sort of magical affliction; do you have anything to help with that?”

“I just recently checked my inventory,” said Delvin, “and I don’t think there’s anything like that in stock; getting those sorts of things is rather difficult. Even with access to a reliable merchant or alchemist, acquiring something like that is still a bit tricky. Can you describe the symptoms for me? Maybe that could help.”

Little did Ludmara know Delvin was the source of it all; she also didn’t catch his smirk as she fought desperately against the power of his corruption. Delvin was surprised it had lasted a few days already; at most, he thought it would last a few hours. Regardless, he still saw that Ludmara needed some nudging to break the restraints she was using to keep herself together. If he played the part just right, he could loosen the chains enough for it to get free while making her think he was helping her tighten everything up.

“I’m feeling intense sexual need,” said Ludmara, “it feels like my whole body is engulfed in some sort of perverted storm of eroticism. It started with something I thought I could manage, even the dreams, but by the time I realized I needed help, things had already spun out of control.”

“Sounds like a high-ranking succubus left a lust curse on you,” said Delvin smoothly; he knew that wasn’t the case, and she was too distracted to try to even get the impression he might not be truthful with her on this. “From what I recall hearing, they are rather difficult to overcome on your own. The best way I heard of for dealing with something like this is to try and override the curse before you basically become a puddle of pleasure; by that time, it usually means the curse is transforming you into a lower-rank succubus under that succubus’s command.”

Delvin wasn’t entirely wrong; there were records of similar things happening with succubi and incubi doing such things in the demonology texts that were mandatory reading in the more elite schools, especially those where it was practically a guarantee the children of nobles would be attending. “I suppose you're right,” Ludmara half panted, and half moaned, “what do you advise we do.”

“Part of the curse,” said Delvin, “is declaring your allegiance to the demon that cursed you; the curse is designed to muddle your mind so much you are willing to do so just to end your erotic torment. So, the best way to deal with this is probably declaring your fealty to someone else while they pound you; doing things that way could potentially override the hex, or at least subvert the parts the demon is seeking to take advantage of.”

“Right,” said Ludmara, “let’s do it here and be done with it all!” Delvin was mildly surprised; he didn’t think Ludmara would be this brazen; he kind of liked it.

Delvin seemed to remove his attire incredibly quickly, to Ludmara’s eyes, but she was so far beyond the point of caring about such things that calling it superfluous would be an understatement. Before she knew it, Ludmara was thrown against the nearest table, facing Delvin as his cock teased her pussy, with the tip of its head stopping right at the edge of her lips. “Now,” said Delvin, “tell me who I am to you. And make sure to be loud about it.”

Ludmara could barely focus, but that command at the beginning of this period of intimacy rang out clearly in her ears and head, but she really didn’t care why at that moment. “You are my master,” she bellowed in an erotic cry; one that turned into a cry of erotic pleasure as Delvin thrust his member into her, simultaneously clamping his mouth down on her own, even as she moaned erotically into his mouth. Little did she know, Delvin was pouring a more concentrated burst of corruption into her as with a powerful dick thrust deep into her.

Ludmara could feel her womb excitedly descend to meet Delvins cock, and she really didn’t care if she was going to be impregnated or not in that moment. The moment Delvin felt his penis push its way into Ludmara’s womb, he let loose his corruptive seed within it. Ludmara passed out almost immediately from pleasure, still very much on his dick. He gently removed her from himself and passed her along to Hilthrika, who appeared in the room just as Delvin was completing the ritual.

As the two used their magics to clean the area to remove all visible traces of what had transpired in the room, Ludmara began her transformation from sorceress to demon. It was always fascinating to observe the erotic transformation.

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Ludmara found herself with a surprisingly clear head in a blue void; the only other entity was the demon she had encountered in her dreams. The two approached each other, their motions mirroring each other so precisely that no description could do it justice. The two silently approached each other. Then, Ludmara and her demon counterpart held up their hands to each other. The moment they made contact, the demon seemed to become a cloud that completely engulfed Ludmara.

Ludmara knew she needed to scream, to draw the attention of someone or something that could help her, but no sound came from her mouth when she tried to do so. As the cloud-like entity entered her body, Ludmara felt that overwhelming pleasure that had been plaguing her for days. Just as things were reaching a climax, Ludmara reached a moment of pristine clarity, it had been Delvin who had done this to her, and he had tricked her into declaring him her master. In that moment of clarity, a new mind overtook her own with a sensual smirk telling her she was realizing all this too late since she and that cloud-like demon were one and the same; she had been the future Ludmara had been heading towards.

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The new demoness opened her eyes, her stormcloud-like body framing the electric blue eyes that looked like balled lightning constantly crackling, and said, “Greetings, master, I am Rtsmohuternd.”